Yes, the road.

Yes, the road.
Eagle Nest, New Mexico. “People like to drive because driving is actually and symbolically an almost perfect mechanism for escape…there is probably no human being who does not have troubles, real or imagined, from which he at times feels the need to flee.” George R. Stewart.


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We own a 1975 GMC Sierra Grande 15 in Maine and a 1986 Chevrolet Custom Deluxe 10 in West Texas. Also a pair of 1997 Volvo 850 wagons. Average age in the fleet is 28 years--we're recycling. I've published 3 novels: THE LAW OF DREAMS (2006), THE O'BRIENS (2012), and CARRY ME (2016). Also 2 short story collections: NIGHT DRIVING(1987) and TRAVELLING LIGHT (2013). More of my literary life is at I was a Fellow at the Netherlands Institute for Advanced Study for 2012-13. I'm an adjunct professor at Colorado College and in the MFA program at Queens University of Charlotte. In 2015-16 I was a Fellow at Harvard University's Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study. The Autoliterate office is in Car Talk Plaza in Harvard Square, 2 floors above Dewey Cheatem & Howe. SUBSCRIBE TO THE AUTOLITERATE DAILY EMAIL by hitting the button to the right.

Saturday, November 30, 2013

Cold Bright November, late afternoon, Blue Hill Bay

From the top of Blue Hill--known in these parts as Blue Hill Mountain. Views of Long Island and, across the bay, Mount Desert Island (Ile des Monts-D├ęsert) and Acadia N.P.

Friday, November 29, 2013

Herd of Studebakers. Canyon, Texas.

I ran into a herd of Studebakers up on the Llano Estacado in September.

Thanksgiving Week, Brooklin Boatyard, Center Harbor, Maine

There were a couple of snowy, sleety days but most of the week was like this: stiff cold breeze usually NW, sometimes gusts to 30-40 knots. The Reach looks green when it is whipped up by that sort of wind. Last Sunday, Nov 24, there were stranger gusts than anyone around here had seen in a long while. Waves dashing through Center Harbor and breaking over the shack on the Brooklin Boatyard dock.  A very intense day. Very glad Scout was hauled a month ago. John White's lobster boat, Acadia, was being hauled at the boatyard.

1965 Buick Riviera. Benicia, California

Thanks to Michael Moore for the Riviera. Missing that Calif weather now.

Thursday, November 28, 2013

David Daniel Poem: Ornaments


Bring down your ornaments.  Bring down the attic dust.
Bring down the leaves, the husks of insects, the grease
From windows.  Bring down the clothes, shovel them,
Shovel them over the bodies you long ago brought down.
Bring down the silver, the screaming, the cries of love:
Bring them down and beat them.  Bring them down to the street,
Take a broom, and beat them: Let the dust live in the sunshaft.
Bring down their tiny planets, beat them, free them--
Those bodies.  You wanted them once.  You asked for them.
Now bring them down, bring down everything you’ve wanted,
Shattered, or soiled--some flag, some country you
Loved once, some child you lost….  Bring them down and beat them, 
Down to your streets and beat them:  There is peace in it.
There is peace in the beating.  And bring down the poems you wrote,
Those strong feelings, the voice you had, so sweet,
That beauty too, its lies, those centuries collapsed, of stoop, of musky stone:
There was such promise, then, such future: Bring them down to your streets,
Take out a broom, and beat them.  The dust will catch fire in the sunshaft,
It will light that light--it will burn it.  Bring down those angels of glass,
That hell, those whispers in your ear: they say bring down
The shame they died in, the suicides’ longing, the bloody sheet,
The first hard cock, then the mothers’ skittish love,
The hazel of her eyes, bring them all down, bring them down
To your streets and beat them.  Bring down your fathers too.
Bring down how they drank and drank, how they beat you
With their drinking and the wars they took you to, how you sat there
Cheering so long ago, centuries now.  Now you must take them out to the street,

Drive them like mules to the street and beat them, so you
Can take down the house itself, sweep off its skin, its muscle,
To get to its galleried bone, to its teeth, then tie a string to the doorknob,
Slam shut the door, and bring them all down.  Pull out the floor,
The windows, the walls, the twisted nails, the light
That held them all, then finally the door: Bring them all down
Into your streets, take out your broom, and beat them: There is peace
There: When the dust rises in the light of the sun, it will come alive,
It will take your shape, sparkling, adorned; it will rise over streets now
Filled with you, over the villages, the cities now filled with you.
Its eyes are your eyes and it follows you in wonder:

It will bless you.  It will look you in the eye and bless you.

                                                                                           --David Daniel

1938 Ford and Mack B-46. Naskeag Road

 Saw the 1938 Ford at Sean's shop, Affordable Performance, on the Naskeag Road. One of three '38 Fords he is restoring. The Mack was there too.


Wednesday, November 27, 2013

The Maine Biscayne: a 1958 Chevrolet (for sale)

I thought that Biscaynes were the low-end Chevy, but in 1958 that was the Delray. I've always thought the '58 a more handsome car than the ubiquitous Tri-Fives. Mr Pinkham has this one for sale at Moto-Car in Ellsworth, Maine. t 207 667 4592 

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Cig Harvey, '61 Chevrolet, & Maine winter

On her way downeast today BB stopped to talk with the photographer Cig Harvey, one of the bright lights here on the coast of Maine. You'll find the animated version of the '61 Chevrolet (below), and more of Harvey's intriguing work, on her website.

1955 Ford F-100 for sale "everything works"

Saw this last month in Arundel, Maine. Call Larry 207 590 6170